“They’re chasing me for this?”
John nodded.
“They were never hunting a child. They were hunting the only proof left that could destroy an empire.”
Outside, more engines rumbled in the distance.
A lot more.
The leader turned toward the broken windows, listening.
“They’re bringing reinforcements.”
John picked up his gun and looked down at his son with a mixture of heartbreak and pride.
“I wanted you to have a normal life,” he said. “I let you hate the ghost of me because it was safer than letting you know the truth.”
The boy stared at him, his fear slowly hardening into something else.
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